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Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

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“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

"Sammy you know I am your brother. You can't hide your pain from me. Your eyes are red and puffy and I know that you hid your dark circle with makeup. I have told you that you will not suffer for whatever happened. I am always here with you but you have to trust me, trust our family. You can't just hide your pain and always run away from us. It hurts to see you like this. "Bhai it's not like that. I don't want to hurt you guys" I said and a lone tear escaped from my left eye. Bhai came near me, hugged me, and said "you never hurt us, Sammy. We all want you to be happy. Promise me that whenever you have nightmares or difficulty in sleeping you will tell your Bhai. Promise me." "Ok, Bhai. Now

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

Like something precious rotting in the dark. She stood up slowly and walked toward the balcony, receipts in hand, necklace still folded inside her palm. The city lights blurred before her. She didn’t cry. Not yet. But her heart was splintering, one quiet crack at a time. "My husband indeed has another woman..."

Leaning in until his breath tickled my ear, he murmured huskily, "Your body doesn’t tempt me, my ugly wife." The words hit me like a cold slap. My eyes flew open, and the dream shattered. Reality came crashing down. I was back in my room, drenched in sweat, haunted by yet another fantasy that could never be real. I wiped my forehead and let out a bitter laugh, mocking myself. "I dream about the man who despises me, the man who happens to be my husband." Dragging myself out of bed, I stood before the mirror. My long hair framed my face, cascading down my back. Emerald-green eyes stared back at me, filled with sorrow. I was beautiful by most standards, but to Areen, I was ugly.

he told me, “I have been friends with him for such a long time and I know how he operates. I put a lot in place for this and it won’t end so easily. As long as he does what I ask him, I promise you will be safe. You are not a bad person, I feel for you. The food will get cold, you need nourishment for you baby” I didn’t answer him, I just watched him make his way out of the room while I slumped back on the bed. I wasn’t sure how long I laid there but I slowly drifted off to sleep and somehow I found myself and my husband in that dream. In my dream, I was walking down the aisle with Dominic, we both looked so happy. It was my dream wedding, everything was perfect but the more I walked down, t

Those girls would be earning thousands of dollars. I chuckled, taking in another shot. As much as the alcohol tasted like a mix of bitter and pepper, I loved it. It kept me insane, other than the days I tried to be sane. My husband was with his mistress. Why couldn't I be here too? Who said I can't enjoy myself a little too? All my life, I have lived in his house. I took care of him and our child. What did I get in return? Every second betrayal. "That's enough." A cold voice rang in my ears. His slender hands pushed the tumblers in front of me away, one of them clattering to the ground.